Zeke has come to realize that having me home full-time is a great deal for him. He has figured out that he gets good 45-60 minute walks with me so he lies there, moaning and groaning to get my attention. It’s like he’s telling me: “Leave the blasted apples alone and show me some love! The jelly can wait – I can’t!”
Having done my first Be Fit class (a totally less psycho version of Cross Fit) on Tuesday and planning on doing an hour of karate at noon – despite having re-discovered my quads and glutes – I wasn’t going to go back out there for a super long walk – run – walk…. Zeke won. But I lie, it was more of a walk – walk – walk – sorta run – walk – walk – trot – walk… you get the picture!
Off we went towards a new adventure. Holy windy day, Batman! I thought I was going to end up in Kansas!
On our way back, I stopped off at my favourite garden to re-take pictures (last time they were washed out as it was just too sunny!) The woman who created it told me that back in ’98, the year of the infamous ice storm, everything was pretty much destroyed. Sure doesn’t show now!
Just before noon it was off to the dojo for karate! Then, and only then, will I be able to replenish my energy! Luckily for me, I was able to nuke myself a lovely lunch of re-heated lamb chops, taters and string beans…